lalalala, life goes on.
Such a relevant song, even 30+ years later. I don't know Desmond and Molly Jones, but I know that song has gotten me through a number of days, hours, moments when I could/would rather have chewed up and spit out some major crap going on in my world.
Today I spewed out some choice profanities at lunch and was asked the rhetorical question "So, how do you really feel?"
I just can't get over how some people who are hired to do a job ask stupid questions after the fact. "Did you...(enter the thing they know they didn't tell you, but expected you to do here)?" That would be a no. You didn't tell me you needed me to do that. If you told me, I would have done it. A failure on your part does not make a failure on my part. It is/was your failure, and yours to own. Not only did you NOT tell me, but you make me sign a paper that says I will do everything you tell me and fail to tell me, no matter what. And you make me sign another paper saying you gave me this many tests, and you pull kids out of my room with theirs tests, and at the end of the test, you make me sign that I am returning everything (no mention that I sent the kid with their paper with somebody else to another location). So, if anybody else doesn't do their job, I am screwed.
A real obladi oblada moment. A series of them actually. Somebody else gets to CYA and I get to be screwed. And I'm the one who is trapped in a room with 25 (plus a new one who arrived today for the first time: "Welcome to my room. You get to take the most important test of the year today and I don't even know you. Your name isn't even in my grade book yet, but here you go. Take this test and pass it so I don't have to give you an exam on the last day of the year. And oh, by the way, you need to pass this in order to graduate.")
Yep. Obladi. And life does go on. There was a time when I would hold my breath, wait for the other shoe to drop, somebody to come and tell me about my failures. Today, I just pour another glass of wine and sing like nobody's listening. "In a couple of years..."
That's my favorite part, and it's not even in the song.
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